The Lighthouses of Devmaer, book 1
About the Book:
When her parents choose a gruff, battle-hardened admiral as her mate and give her no say at all in the matter, twenty-one-year-old Princess Gael does not hesitate to make her displeasure known. Despite her protests, however, her old-fashioned yet undeniably sexy husband-to-be wastes no time in taking her over his knee and baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she defies him during an ancient ceremony intended to celebrate their union.
Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville has no doubt that taming his beautiful, feisty new mate will be a battle, but it is a battle he intends to win. If that means paddling Gael’s beautiful backside bright red with her panties stuffed in her mouth to teach her what happens to sassy mates, then so be it.
Though she does her best to remain indignant about her situation and Kai’s willingness to chastise her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Gael cannot deny her body’s response to his dominance, and when he claims her the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. But with a plague ravaging their world and Gael’s reckless behavior putting her in danger, can Kai find a way to conquer her heart while also keeping her safe?
This standalone novel has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.
Gael had barely taken two steps when Kai was on her. Taking her by the right hand, he led her to a stone bench, hidden in the shadows of the castle wall. She dug her heels in and tried to resist but he was too strong for her.
“You’ve been asking for this all night.” His voice was as severe as a judge’s.
Gael glanced around, knowing what was coming, horrified at the notion that someone might see. Mild relief that they were alone was short-lived.
“You can’t—” Her heart raced.
Without another word, Kai sat on the bench and wrenched her over his knees. The force of the man was like being caught in a tornado. Trying to right herself back onto her feet was pointless and her arms wind-milled as he pushed her into position. Her indignant protests were ignored, and she breathed in shallow gasps.
Bouncing her from one knee to the next, he easily lifted her half-raised skirt above her waist, arranging her gown for his convenience. Then he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them down around her knees with a single yank. Immediately the cool evening air brushed Gael’s exposed posterior. Angry, humiliated, and unexpectedly aroused all at the same time, she pressed her thighs together, hanging on to the last shred of modesty left to her.
“Are you a spoiled brat?” Kai asked, drawing small circles on her bottom with one hand. His other hand anchored her in place.
Gael stayed silent, hoping that rendering her helpless would be enough for him. He was so tall that when she was suspended over his knees, neither her hands nor her feet reached the ground. She was completely and utterly under his control.
“I asked you a question.” Kai punctuated his words with a stinging smack.
Gael winced more in disbelief than pain. It didn’t hurt much but it was so loud, she wondered if it could be heard in the Great Hall. If anyone saw her like this, she would die of humiliation.
“I could behave better I suppose,” she said almost inaudibly.
“That is an understatement. So here’s your first lesson in obedience.” Without further ado, he continued the spanking in earnest.
One minute Gael was trying to process how the concept of her obeying anyone had come into her life. The next minute a rapid volley of smacks fell on her naked cheeks, making her unable to think of anything but how soon this horror show would end.
About the Author:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.